Scene: A 3-storey Victorian terraced house in Lancaster, in the North West of England, looking towards Lancaster Castle and with the hills of the Lake District visible in the distance to the North.

Lancaster Castle with the Lake District behind
Our hero (why not?), balding, slim, spectacled (Aldi £2.49) sits at a pineish dining table in the living room, fingers poised over a tiny netbook. Sitting on an old Ikea bentwood chair to the side of him is the interviewer. Taking a notebook and pen from a large and serious-looking leather bag the interviewer turns towards our hero and says:
Interviewer: So, tell me Kevin, what are you reading at the moment?
Our Hero: (turning and removing spectacles) Well, Michael, I’ve just finished reading …..
Interviewer: Let me stop you there, Kevin. You just called me Michael.
OH: That’s right, Michael.
I: But my name isn’t Michael.
OH: (Puzzled) Sorry. I thought all interviewers were called Michael.
I: Not this one.
OH: So what is your name? Continue reading